I startled awake to the sound of thunder. Or, at least, what I thought was thunder. I sat up but there was no storm outside my window, the storm was in my bedroom, looking back at me, in the shape multiple shadowy figures in black clothes and green tinted goggles. I didn’t notice the shattered remains of my bedroom door or the handful of other figures in the...
'I see you're in the paper again, Ms Brune.' From behind the concierge's desk Davy Markham held up a copy of the local community newspaper with a front page photograph of Josephine Brune ceremoniously planting a tree in front of the new West City Early Childhood Education Centre. 'I've got a couple of spare copies here if you'd like them.' Ms Brune smiled...
(Orig. Posted on EMCSA, January 2013--Mr. J) * The quiet January night is deceptively calm as the curvaceous figure lurks beyond the orange haze of the street lamps. Every so often the vroom of cars echoes in the air like a suburbanite cry, the automobiles calling out in the dark night. Rarer still are the cries of coyotes further afield, their pangs of l...
They were gone for a few minutes before I recovered from how Pink treated me. Master never made me keep cum on my face for that long. I mean... They were napping until four! That was over two hours away. And when exactly would I get to wash it off if I was taking care of them? I blinked, feeling the stiffness of my eyelashes. I rolled my head around, feeli...
Prologue I walked into the girl's locker room without a thought. At least not any apprehensive one. It was only my girls in there, after all. And any girls who want to belong to me. The gushing of showers confirmed I'd timed things well. The thought of at least eight girls soaping up, wondering what I'd do to them, was enough to begin getting hard already....
Michelle was stunned at the number of candles around the tub. There must have been 20 or more of various shapes and sizes. They created a golden glow in the room and off the fluffy bubbles in the bath. After helping her settle in the perfectly temperature bubble bath, he inserted the CD in the player and started the stories. He then settled himself behind hi...
What can I say about this. I just wanted to try something different. * * * * * How do I start something like this? How can I put into words my feelings about what has happened to me, how my life has changed so much, how everything I thought about myself has been turned on its head? I won't start at the beginning, that is too much of a cliché, but I will...
One Night The ceiling fan is on. "It's hot in here," says JP. He's lying on his midnight blue satin sheets fondling his penis through the hole in his boxers. He sighs, gets up, and sits on the edge of the bed. Thinking aloud, "What am I doing in my room on a Friday night? It's only nine o' clock! I need to do something. Go somewhere. Meet some people....
Dear Sue, It's Monday morning and I have to tell you about the glorious weekend I just spent with my husband, Tom. He is still the love of my life and such a tiger in the bed. Now, I know why I like cats. Saturday was Valentine's Day and Tom had to work in the city that morning. I was so disappointed because I thought we had planned to spend the entire day...
The Prisoner is held in place by the cold metal chain locked to her collar. Barely holding herself up off the ground, she keeps her eyes leveled on her Mistress' boots. Screaming out in pain as the whip cracks against her red welted skin. Her chest heaving with each rigid breath. A swift kick lands hard against her ribs, her arms giving way as she gasps for...